Spring Break is Evil
Who thought up Spring Break for school aged kids? Can I slap them? My 7yo is driving me INSANE. I know this is only a preview of what summer will bring, so I should have some good blog fodder. You can all watch me slowly lose the last two brain cells I have clicking together in my head during June, July, and August. Seriously, why aren’t more of us stay at home parents functioning alcoholics? I’d love to do a study to see what in the evolutionary process keeps us from abandoning our young when they drive us beyond insane on a daily basis.
This has been our Spring Break so far:
DAY 1 – Took both boys grocery shopping and general errand running. Zach took Aaron’s binky and threw it in the truck so that it hit me in the back of the head and landed behind my shoulder – WHILE WAS DRIVING. I had to pull over and we had a wall to wall counseling session. At least the store I was going to has a kids’ supervised play area. I was going to that particular store for that purpose. BUT, I still had the normal Aaron thing of having to see the freakin choo choo near the frozen and refrigerated foods while I shopped, and the subsequent meltdowns when said choo choo was out of our sight. Thanks for suspending a choo choo from the ceiling of your store. The ride home wasn’t bad, and McD’s even gave them boy appropriate toys for once. There’s one that always gives us girl even though they ask and I say, “Boy.”
Then we get home. I brought the frozens and cold stuff in with us and put it away. I put Aaron down for his nap. Zach had asked if he could go outside to play. I said he could after I put Aaron down. He decided to go outside WHILE I put Aaron down so I came downstairs and there was no kid. I had no idea where he was. I went all drill sgt. on him outside and he did some hard time in his room. After he was released he went outside to play. Later that day he asked if he could go inside a friend’s house. I said, “No, you need to come in and eat.” He went anyway. He took advantage of the fact that I was otherwise engaged when he asked. So I had to go hunt him down again.
Later that night after lights out, I caught him playing his Didj until 10:30pm. When I called him on it the next morning, he had the nerve to say “It was only 10:15pm.”
DAY 2 – Punishments needed doled out for going to the friend’s house and the Didj incident from the day before because there was no time left in the day yesterday. Then it was just one bad choice after another. Can’t stay out of his brother’s personal space, throwing balls in the house, going behind the couch, playing in the kitchen, running in the house (we have hardwoods), up and down the stairs, etc. Stuff he gets told not to do EVERY.SINGLE.DAY. After the day before, my patience quotient was running on empty as it was, and so these things were even harder to tolerate than usual.
DAY 3 – Not too bad, a typical Saturday because Daddy was home. We did have a major attitude incident. I’m not sure where he’s getting this attitude, but it’s got to stop. We do not tolerate being disrespected in our house. He’s 7 going on 27.
DAY 4 – Easter, and generally quiet. He and Daddy played Lego Indiana Jones all afternoon while our toddler napped. He took a long nap, so that helped.
DAY 5 – We had eye exams early this morning. The boys were actually well behaved. I walked out of the clinic and I didn’t have this feeling of being a worn out over worked and over tired mother with two zoo monkeys for kids. It was nice. Then we got home and it was a repeat of Day 2. I just sent Zach to his room. I told him I just wasn’t dealing with it today and that he’s 7, not 2 like his brother and when he could act 7 he could come back downstairs. I didn’t see him for a couple hours as he got involved with playing with his Legos. I could hear him digging through his bin for pieces. We’re up to nap time so far, and I thought I’d lay down when the 2yo did since I was up at 5am. WRONG! Every time I get settled in and my sinuses aren’t pressing on my face anymore, something interrupts me.
If you made it this far, bless you. You’re a saint. We still have a day and a half of this insanity left.
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Um, can I just say: GOOD LUCK!!
WOW, yeah that sound about right at our house. Just sub in a 5 yr. old (not yet in kinder) & an 18 month old (that thinks he's as big as big brother) & you've hit the nail on the head. Good luck this summer & does a glass of wine a night make you an alcoholic??